Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped bleaching his hair and scraped that shit off of his lip… he still wouldn’t look as good as me.
Look down, back up, where are you? You’re in the cinema watching the actor your new Grindelwald should’ve been. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s an oyster with two tickets to the next film in this series with me still starring in it. Look again, the tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man shops at Whole Foods and never fastens more than 3 buttons on his shirt.